The thought of leaving Nathan's home—my home—twisted my heart. Like so many times before, I wondered if it was worth it. Had it been worth it to go into that morgue after John Doe? Had it been worth it to lose my mortal life, if this was where it all led?

Yes. A resounding yes. Despite the horrible things I'd endured, being a vampire wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to me. I'd experienced paralyzing sadness, but I'd also had incredible joy. I had a new perspective on where my place was in the world.

I had a new perspective on myself, too. I didn't have to be a wannabe human, hating myself every moment for being what I am. I didn't have to be a monster, either. I could be a sort of… ethical vampire. Or not. I had the rest of my life to figure it out, if I wanted to take that long.

And I had Nathan. He'd waited out my unhealthy relationship with Cyrus. Twice. He'd proved he would wait again, until I figured more out. Because it had taken him so long to tell me he loved me, I knew he really meant it.

Of course, as always, I have no clue what lies ahead. We stand on a fearful precipice and the currents of events beyond our control push us closer to the edge, with no way of turning back.

But at least now, I'm not alone.